Note: Hello! This is my first story on here. I'm not sure people will enjoy it but this is only the Prologue after all. I should update later on in the week. Please leave your criticism and notes ect on how I could improve the story.
Three long years passed since Erin escaped to Paris with Vlad's so called Brother. The Chosen One sat alone in his dark bedroom looking at an old picture of him and her. Vlad longed for Erin to return, deep down there was still a burning feeling that arose every time her name was mentioned. Vlad placed the old picture back onto his table, and left it alone.
"He walked into the blackened corridor which separated his room from the Count's main quarters. Vlad stopped and looked around; he could hear his father casually shouting at the good-for-nothing waiter, Renfield. Not really a surprise, is it?" He rolled his eyes and made his way to the roof. Even the Chosen One needs some time alone to be a teenager. Vlad sat on the old worn roof of Garside Grange in the cool moon light, silently wishing that his wish would come true. Whatever happened to the caring and affectionate girl he'd fallen in love with? Vlad happened to her...
Sorry it's only short! More soon.